Heaven is different for every living creature we each make our own. One man's heaven may be never ending Super bowl Sunday; while one woman's may be an eternal all expenses paid shopping spree. For angels though heaven is all the same. It's not sunny afternoons by the pool or warm fires with loved ones. No, for angels heaven is one huge war room. From there the battle against demons and their poisonous influence is planned. The Arch Angels the generals, and all others their soldiers. There are some creatures that exist outside of this hierarchy as impartial observers, serving both sides without ever truly serving either. Among them standing tall are some of the most powerful beings ever created; The Fates and the Angel of Death. When these creatures are spoken of it is only ever in hushed whispers, for they not only control all the creatures on earth but all those in heaven and hell as well.
One day these four come together to discuss a most disturbing occurrence, something they had all born witness to more and more of late. The Angels of Heaven were becoming more and more petty and short sighted. The Arch Angels were sending their brothers and sisters into battle over imagined slights and insignificant insults. The darkness was winning simply by staying calm and clear headed. Or at least they had been. Only now after so many victories they had become arrogant and so sure of their ability to win that they had done the unthinkable. They had attempted to bend Fate to their will. Now both infuriated and saddened the four sat down to council over a solution.
"I say we kill them all. Arrogant little upstarts!" Atropos asserted forcefully.
Now sister, I too share your anger but annihilation seems extreme." Lachesis responded smoothly, trying not for the first time to sooth her sisters fury.
"Lachesis is right. They do not need to die. They need only be taught a lesson, not soon forgotten." Clothos quietly agreed with their middle sister.
Silently they all turned as one to the fourth member of their council.
"What of you Thanatos, what say you of the fate of these fools?" Atropos eagerly inquired seeking an ally.
"I believe that the angels have been commanding above this world for so long they have forgotten about whom they are meant to protect from the darkness. The demons have forgotten their place in the Grand Design. I think it's time they were both reminded of where exactly it is they stand. The ants now believe themselves to be Gods. It's time for Death to come calling, for even Gods tremble in my shadow."
"What exactly do you have in mind?" Atropos asked, now thinking he might not be on her side at all.
"I think it's time both sides spend some time with the other contenders in this petty little battle they fight." Grinning gleefully he explained his plan to his avid audience with great pleasure.
"Where are we?" Rapheal asked of his brother as his head pounded.
"I don't know. Is there anything you wish to confess brother?" Castiel replied good naturedly. Usually if something like this happened his brother was behind it in an effort to help their elders loosen up. The look of confused bewilderment on his brothers face however belied any involvement.
"I swear to you now do I find out later that this is your none too subtle workings I will do you great harm."
"I would expect nothing less Gabe." Castiel replied grinning broadly as Grabriels face darkened in fury.
"Do not call me by that vile moniker!" Gabriel said, taking a threatening step forward.
"Enough! Both of you, do use what few wits you possess. If this is not Castiel's doing than we need know who is truly the culprit. For I have tried to return us home and cannot." Micheals announcement was met with silence. For Micheal not to be able to do something was unheard of, he was the Right Hand of God.
"But who would be able to block your powers brother? Who would dare?" Gabriel demanded.
"That would be me."
There before them stood a child of about twelve years of age. As Gabriel moved to confront the boy Micheal placed a restraining hand upon his brothers chest. To his inquiring look Micheal shook his head and stepped forward placing himself between the stranger and his brothers.
"And who are you stranger?" Though even while the words tumbled forth dread began to spread down his spine like a deep chill. He feared he already knew the answer.
"I have been called many names. Thanatos, Ankou, Pesta to name but a few though I prefer to be called Damian now."
All four angels stood silently before Death overcome with awe and fear. They had all heard of the angel of death in there long lives though this was the first time any had ever seen him in the flesh. Usually one went through an intermediate to make contact with him. That they were seeing him now could only mean something horrendous.
"What no questions? That's alright I'm use to people being unable to speak when faced with my sexy self, so I'll answer all the obvious ones shall I. Where are you? Why, you are in a room of a palatial estate on the outer fringes of a small town in the deep south of America. Why are you here? Because the Fates and I have decided to place you here, I'll tell you more about that soon. Moving on, when can you go home? Whenever you've completed the assignment I am about to bestow upon you only then will your powers be restored and Heaven once more be open to you. How long will it take? That all depends on you and the other occupants of this lovely house and your sadly lacking people skills. What other occupants? Well mainly four demons the Fates and I personally selected to share the space with you. Don't worry we each picked one so there is a nice motley crew waiting for you. Why? Because like you they needed to learn something they seem to have forgotten.
"Now as for what you all needed to learn, that's simple. You all need to learn your place. Oh, I see that statement angers you, too bad. The Fates and I have observed a certain arrogance in you lately that is interfering with your function. Your whole reason for being a part of the Grand Design is to combat demons and save as many human souls as possible. I hate to be the one to tell you, but your losing. You allow your pettiness to overrule your sense and that stops now. Normally the Fates and I would not get involved, would instead allow you to continue until you destroy one another, before starting over again with some other, hopefully more intelligent children. However, the demons have become arrogant after so many victories over you Angels and have decided to command US. That as you can imagine did not go over well and has led us here. Any questions?"
Things were not going any better in the next room over which was to be expected since demons were notoriously bad tempered. Unfortunately for them they were faced with beings who cared not a wit how much they blustered and bellowed.
"I demand to be sent back immediately I was in the middle of some very important works. How dare you interrupt me!"
The three sisters shared a look of exasperation. Nearly half an hour of commands given by such lowly creatures was wearing thin the agreement they all made to leave these pathetic being breathing. If they did not fear Death himself so much themselves they might have even risked his wrath by now by doing away with at least one of them. Instead knowing that was not an option no matter how much they wished it were, they let loose a ear drum bursting whistle. Once all three demonic blow-hards were writhing in pain on the floor Lachesis clapped her hands casting a superior expression momentarily before collecting herself and adopting her usual calm demeanor.
"Now children, if you are all quite done trying to take control of the situation I feel there is something I must tell you before we go any farther. We are Fate itself and we are most certainly not afraid of things that go bump in the night, on the contrary We are what makes up your very nightmares. Now please try to rally what few scattered specks of intellect I am told you possess and pay attention."